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Ashes In My Coffee, Whiskey In My Tea

Ashes in my coffee 

I’ll drink it anyway
No time to make another 
Already hate this day
Alarm didn’t wake me
Running late and then
The dog ate my breakfast
Slowly count to ten
Trip down the stairs
Drop the phone, stub my toe
Straight back to bed 
Is where I want to go 
Morning traffic is awful
‘Pick a lane! ‘Let me merge’ 
Screaming in my head
Insanity on the verge 
Time ticking slowing
Can’t wait for night 
When everyone is sleeping
Then I’ll be alright
I just want to rest
Oh my aching back
Finish up one last thing 
Now I can relax
This day is finally over 
Put some whiskey in my tea
“Medicinal purposes”
Always works for me!

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